You know what's even better than waking up painfully early to go to the dentist to get a crown installed, after a late night of wargaming?
Waking up painfully early to go to the dentist and finding, as you walk out the door, that your car is no longer where you left it at 1:00 AM. Rather, it is down near the end of your gently sloped driveway, halfway through your neighbor's cyclone fence. Apparently I failed to set the parking brake. And while ordinarily the car will start to roll instantly if I don't put the brake on, I gather that last night I parked in some sort of slight divot which kept the car in place while I debarked and headed into the house, blissfully ignorant that sometime during the night, the heavy rainstorms that went on for hours would cause a loosening of my driveway's substrate.... resulting in Car In Ditch Syndrome. When I came lurching out my door yelling "What the fuck!?!" at 7:30 this morning, the town marshal was already there, patiently filling out an accident report. So I called the dentist to postpone my appointment. Called Triple A to winch my car out of the ditch (said rainstorms had made mud soup of the embankment.) And called my neighbor to say, I'm so terribly sorry I destroyed your fence, do let me pay for it or fix it myself, or something... Gah. What a great start to the day.